I guess I have to first separate the two choices I’ve made, vegan and motorcyclist (biker). Bikers are not vegan, and generally vegans are not bikers, that seems simple enough…..it’s like a fish that doesn’t like water. So, which came first the vegan or the biker. I started at age 10 on a Honda Mini 50, later a Yamaha Enduro, and only rode until college at 17. I loved riding; at least in my mind, but without a bike until I was 55 and bought the VStar.
I grew up in a very traditional, rural lifestyle eating meat and dairy until one day in 1985 when I had moved to San Francisco and experienced the great epiphany. Without the boring details, I realized 1.) my future health depended almost entirely on what I ate, and 2.) I could no longer contribute to the suffering and killing of animals. That day my life changed in ways that would lead to ridicule and harassment from pretty much everyone. Being vegetarian, even in SF was to be out of step…..and so it began.
Bikers are rough, tough leather vested, with a two foot long knife strapped to their studded belt, looking for the best cheeseburger within riding distance. Vegans are skinny, pale, tie-dye wearing, with that strange odor of patchouli, looking for a tofu, Kale almond milk smoothy within walking distance. Bikers yell obscenities, while vegans preach about your evil lifestyle……and I’m trying to straddle this fence?